Lord Tianshi, please take your seat

"Have you heard that the lady from the Xia family committed suicide?"

"What, that Miss Xia was obviously killed by someone."

The voices of the servants echoed in the empty corridor.

At night in the Zhao residence, servants would always be arranged to patrol the night. On quiet nights, chatting became their way of passing the time.

It will be fifteen soon, and the moon in the sky is beginning to become full, and the cunning moonlight shines on the corridor and becomes a lamp illuminated by two servants.

The discussion between the two is still going on, and the protagonist of the gossip is still the Miss Xia who died not long ago.

"Let me tell you..." One of the servants was very interested, and all his gossip came from the maids around the young master. After all, Miss Xia died suddenly, and few people knew the whole story.

The servant sitting beside him was already trembling. It was clearly the beginning of summer, but he still felt the air-conditioning surrounding him.

"Oh, don't pinch me!" Suddenly another servant who told the story said, "If you are afraid, be afraid, why pinch me?"

The servant who spoke was a little unhappy, and looked at his companion with a little reproach, as if he was despising why he was so timid.

The companion who was scolded suddenly had his pupils dilated, his legs trembled, and he tried to raise a hand and pointed forward: "You...you..."

The servant who told the story curled his lips, he just felt a little cold, and was also a little scared when he saw his companion's gloomy look, so he cut his mouth in disdain.

"What are you, you are so timid that you can't even speak clearly."

The companion tried hard to swallow his saliva, and finally roared angrily: "Ghost!"

After speaking, he got up and ran.

The servant who stayed where he was was not expecting his companion's reaction, so he cursed secretly and prepared to get up.

He only felt that the coldness on his body was getting worse, and a gust of cold wind seemed to reverberate in his ears.

Suddenly, a cold and hoarse voice came from behind: "Give me your life, okay..."

Some familiar voices made the servant stiffen instantly, lowered his head, and a slender hand climbed onto his shoulder.

That hand was pale without a trace of blood, and the sharp nails were dazzling red, as if they had been soaked with fresh blood.

Bursts of cold air came from that hand, so cold that it seemed that the entity could be seen.

The servant turned his head with the last sliver of reason left.

What they were talking about was Miss Xia, who should have been buried in the ground at this moment, wearing a blood-red long dress, and her long jet-black hair was messy.

At this moment, she was looking at the servant in front of her with a smile, and with the smile on her mouth, blood slowly slid down.

Under the moonlight, her skin was so thin that it was almost transparent. When she spoke, her voice was still cold: "I'm so wronged to die...Give me your life, okay..."

The ethereal voice seemed to have smashed through the servant's head, echoing in the skull, and it lingered for a long time.

The blood flowed backwards all over his body, and the desire to survive made the servant scream with all his strength: "Ghost!"

After that, he ran away like the last servant.

In the empty and long corridor in the original place, Xia Chuyu, the ghost, stood there, brushing his fingertips across his face.

Looking at the direction where the servant fled just now, he sneered.

He lowered his head, looked at his already transparent feet, and slowly put away his sharp nails.

Xia Chuyu, she is indeed dead.At this moment, she is just a lonely ghost who stays in the world because of too much resentment.

And her cause of death was indeed similar to what the servant said.

Her death was indeed framed by someone, and the murderer was the son of the Zhao family——Zhao Ziqi.

Originally, the fathers of Xia Chuyu and Zhao Ziqi were both businessmen, and the two families became friends because of the similar business.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Ziqi's father was also a vicious villain. Seeing that Xia Chuyu's father's business was better than his, he planned to kill Xia Chuyu's father.

After Xia's father died, Zhao Ziqi pretended to help Xia Chuyu, who was left helpless in the world, and took her into Zhao's residence.

Xia Chuyu, who was kept in the dark, was overwhelmed with gratitude to the father and son, and even more secretly agreed with Zhao Ziqi's hypocrisy.

Unexpectedly, the Zhao family murdered Xia's father, and even planned to annex all of Xia's property.

By chance, when Xia Chuyu passed by the study, she heard the Zhao family father and son plotting to kill herself.

The flustered Xia Chuyu hurriedly tried to escape, but was caught by Zhao Ziqi, who was given poisonous wine while alive.

Xia Chuyu, who thought there was no hope for revenge, became a grudge because of too much resentment.

Looking at the moonlight above her head that was gradually getting lighter than before, Xia Chuyu turned into smoke and entered a room.

In the room, the curtain of the bed was hanging down, and the man was snoring loudly without knowing it.

The ghost has no footsteps, and when it floats to the bed, its body easily seeps into the bed curtain.

Father Zhao was still sleeping peacefully, with his eyes closed, muttering in his sleep.

Xia Chuyu floated directly above the bed, expanding the air-conditioning on her body.

Finally, Father Zhao, who had some senses, wrapped the quilt around his body, and turned over unconsciously.

Xia Chuyu approached slowly and called softly, "Uncle Zhao...Uncle Zhao..."

Father Zhao plucked his somewhat cold ears, and finally opened his eyes sleepily.

Xia Chuyu saw it, and a bloodthirsty smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

Father Zhao only felt that something was dripping on his face, so he raised his hand to wipe it off, and when he touched it, he felt a little sticky.

He smelled it strangely close to the tip of his nose, his pupils constricted suddenly, and he jumped up from the bed.

If he smelled it right just now, the thing smelled like blood.

But how could there be blood on his own bed?

Just when Zhao's father was trembling, Xia Chuyu floated in front of him at the right time: "Uncle Zhao...Chuyu's death...so wronged..."

The bloody face, coupled with the unwilling tone, made Father Xia scramble and hide in the corner of the bed.

"Xia Chuyu... you... aren't you dead..."

Father Xia couldn't believe it, he stumbled and said.

Hearing this, Xia Chuyu smiled and moved closer: "Yes, Uncle Zhao, so now I... am a ghost..."

"Don't come here!" Father Zhao threw a pillow at Xia Chuyu, but the pillow went straight through Xia Chuyu's body and fell under the bed.

Xia Chuyu laughed, but Father Zhao became even more frightened. Looking at Xia Chuyu's bloody face, he shouted for help, "Come on! Come on!"

The two servants who were watching the night had already been scared away by him. At this moment, no one would hear anything.

Xia Chuyu raised her hand, and stretched out her sharp blood-colored nails under Zhao's father's gaze: "Uncle Zhao, I died so wrongly..."

"Xia Chuyu, let me go, let me go." Father Zhao said tremblingly, "I can give you whatever you want, money, I can give you all the money."

Xia Chuyu smiled, but with the blood on her face, this smile was not beautiful, but more terrifying.

"But Uncle Zhao, I'm already dead, no matter how much money I ask for..."

Father Zhao swallowed, his legs trembling uncontrollably: "I can burn it for you..."

"Really, but I don't want money, I want your life!"

A shrill voice hovered in the room, and Father Zhao could hardly find his own voice: "Xia Chuyu, I was wrong, please let me go, I beg you to let me go."

As Father Zhao said, he adjusted his posture and knelt down, and kowtowed to Xia Chuyu on the bed: "Your Excellency has a lot, let me go, let me go..."

"I begged you that way at the beginning, but how did you do it?" Xia Chuyu smiled, with a cold look in his eyes: "It's too late to beg for mercy now."

As soon as the words fell, Xia Chuyu had a heart dripping with blood on his hand.

Father Zhao, who was begging for mercy just now, stared blankly at this moment.

There was a hole in the heart, and the mouth was open, unbelievable.

Glancing at the heart in his hand, Xia Chuyu threw it on the bed like trash.

The resentment around him intensified, and a black aura surrounded Xia Chuyu.

Once a ghost wandering in the world kills a person, the blood will become an evil spirit and cannot be reincarnated.

But Xia Chuyu didn't regret it. She glanced at the corpse on the bed until a wisp of black smoke came out from between his forehead.

When the black smoke saw Xia Chuyu, he was stunned for a moment, and then he wanted to flee as if he was flying.

Xia Chuyu directly reached out, grabbed the unformed soul, and devoured it mercilessly.

Some evil spirits would devour each other to improve their abilities, but Xia Chuyu directly devoured Zhao's father's soul.

The body turned from transparent to pale white, and Xia Chuyu knew it was the result of devouring Father Zhao's soul.

Raising your hand, you can already condense soul power in your palm.When the light came from outside the window, Xia Chuyu frowned. It seemed that Zhao Ziqi couldn't be killed together with that beast tonight.

Putting away her sharp nails, Xia Chuyu dissipated on the spot in smoke.